we’re caught in limbo between dark and light
our inflection point where there still is choice
in the eye of storm where it’s not too bright
I whisper sentences with broken voice
we knew that lights of love might burn – consume
us into ash – we circle round our pyre
enchanting pheromones our lust’s perfume
to quench this fire I’m screaming “liar”
and suddenly I’m saved – conserved in ice
utterly alone – enchanted by your song
I might survive for an expensive price
but come the dawn – we are where we belong
because on the knife’s edge of our existence
we couldn’t make it without assistance
The flame (goddess of fire) by Odilon Redon
Today at dVerse Poetics Anthony wants us to write about bringing light into the darkness, I hope my feeble sonnet fulfill the criteria. Bar opens at 3 PM EST, but I will be out at work when the bar opens, so I will check in later.
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September 9, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
nothing feeble about this sonnet, Bjorn! You bring it to a nice conclusion with your last couplet too!
Bjorn, Always problems in human interaction. 🙂 —Susan
ah, I love you’ve written this: the darkness of loneliness and the realization of needing help… Often times we are scared to ask for a hand, but have no problem giving it–that’s me. I don’t know if one could make it in this world, a world built for two.
Ahhh, so true, wise one.
What a lovely sonnet ~ I specially like the saving by ice in the limbo between darkness and light, enchanted by song ~
sounds like a close shave… good that you were able to pull the break before it was too late..
Our minds traveled in similar spheres today, yours the knife’s edge, mine the delicate balance of a tightrope walker. I, of course do not gravitate toward the sonnet as you often do, updating antiquity seems to be one of your specialties, brother.
Very skillful and evocative write, Bjorn. You sonnet, of course, seems flawless to me. I need to turn to form right now. I’m in a stuck spot and that always seems to help.
Quite a skill to produce a sonnet from a prompt 😉 Well placed rhyme and clever use of the subject matter Bjorn
It’s all about the choices we make..a great sonnet.
A sonnet – show off 😉 impressive and so good.
Hard to fight those pheromones, but glad the ice cooled you down.
Good write Bjorn. I like how you describe lust’s temptation.
That knife’s edge can be a tricky place to be.
“because on the knife’s edge of our existence
we couldn’t make it without assistance.”
Lovely sonnet, Bjorn–and I particularly like the sound of the spoken words in, and sensitivity of, these last two lines.
An intense, and yet, transcendent sonnet, that begs to be read aloud . . . which I did, softly. Wonderful words, well crafted. “the knife’s edge of our existence”: hauntingly resonate.
I do love your sonnets…they have romance yet are on the cutting edge of creation (as opposed to the edge of a knife) 😉
lovely sonnet Bjorn, I liked the idea of needing assistance, of accepting that we can’t always do things on our own. Beautifully written.
So true i think that culture and our advanced technologies can bring an illusion of independence and only needing ourselves at times..but the interdependence of all things is a reality that i try to never forget..and reality that i always want to stay as truth in my life now..;)2!..
Fire and ice always make for an interesting juxtaposition!
Realization to survive helps to coexist on the knife edge of life…..great response to the prompt…
Definitely a dance between dark and light…careful not to get burned or sliced. Great sonnet!
Fab sonnet, lovely words.
I always admire someone who can write a sonnet within the guidelines of a prompt…wow!…we are social beings…we need to connect indeed.
beautiful write Bjorn
Quite a passionate feel to this one – skirting the danger, attracted like a moth to the light which destroys it… Like it!
Excellent sonnet, Bjorn. I think we are often caught between that light and dark & need a little bit of ‘assistance’ on occasion to get it right!!
Very well done. I also love reading your sonnets! You are along the lines of Anthony’s theme. You have quite a metaphor to maintain passion, or burn. Like walking on eggshells. I kinda stuck with light and dark. Working on consciously erasing the past. It is not working, but changing the subjects even still.
Your sonnet makes me sad. I know it’s darkest before the dawn, but the pruning, severing and shaving might get rid of a healthy wildness as well. I worry that to end war some entity truly needs to slaughter another. At least you deal with ice instead of blood.
Wonderful piece, Bjorn!
great play off the prompt… loved the hope in this
Dang Bjorn, a sonnet I just love it when you write these..to be caught between the dark and light..the eye of the storm is where there is often a sense of calm..perhaps, that is where guidance will come to help..just pondering..
I like the visual of love burning to ash…I think it shows quite well how light and dark can coexist so seamlessly and unusually together. It is all a delicate balance.
our life is like on a knife’s edge and we have to keep it sharp all the imte
Notes From A Metro Line
So much in this rich sonnet! I love the mythological feeling!